Ripped And Torn

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Despite being closer to the door, Becca didn’t move from her bed. I sighed and got up, it had to be one of our parents. I opened the door to my mother’s smiling face. I had to smile back.

“Getting settled in for the weekend? Ready to have some Ocean City fun?” My mother was far more enthusiastic than I was.

“Sure, Mom,” I replied. I did enjoy seeing her happy for once.

“Well, it’s gonna have to start tomorrow. There’s a severe storm warning for the area and we don’t want you going out in it. That goes for you too, Becca. Everyone’s staying in tonight. We just want you guys to be safe,” my mom walked around our stuff over to the window on the far wall and peeked out the curtain. Sure enough, the rain was hitting the glass, obviously pretty windy. My mom made a face, and Becca mumbled something under her breath.

“That’s alright, I’m pretty tired from the drive anyway,” I said.

“That’s the spirit! You guys still have snacks, right? Maybe if it calms down later we can grab dinner at that Italian place down the street, they have the best reviews on Facebook!” My mom was pretty proud of herself for learning how to use Facebook, it was mostly Tom’s doing.

“Yeah, we should be fine. Thanks for checking on us,” I smiled at my mom again.

“You’re so sweet, Justin. I’m heading back to my own room now, Tom’s waiting!” And before I could even think about the implications of what she’d said, she was out the door again.

“What are we supposed to do stuck in a hotel?” Becca grumbled, laying facing the wall away from me. As annoying as she was, I felt the same way.

“I dunno. Why don’t we see what’s on the TV?” I replied.

“You think either of our parents paid for a TV package?” She turned to look at me, doubtful.

“One way to find out,” I grabbed the remote off the little dresser that separated our beds. The old TV took a moment to boot up, which pulled another sigh out of Becca. Finally, the options appeared on the screen. We stared at the screen in disbelief.

“Oh my fucking god. Is that. Is all of that porn?” Becca sat up on the bed. I scrolled through the options.

“Hm. ‘Two Naughty Nurses Share Doctor Big Cock’ sounds pretty Disney to me.” The list was full of these titles.

“Fucking hell. I’m going to pretend they bought this on accident. Ugh.” She fell back onto the bed again, covering her eyes with her hands dramatically. I clicked the TV off and sat down on my own bed, unlocking my phone. No service. I opened the wifi settings, and there wasn’t even one to try to connect to. Becca sighed again from her bed. I guess she found out about the lack of Internet access the same time I did. There was truly nothing to do.

“Do you… I dunno, do you wanna watch the porn just to make fun of it?” I asked. Becca made a face at me. “I know, it’s gross, but what else do we have to do? We’re stuck. The acting in porn is so bad, it can be funny when you’re not too horny to pay attention.” I shrugged. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. Put it on, I guess.” She propped her head up on one arm to see the TV. I booted it back up, again it took longer than any modern TV ever would.

“Which one? It’s your birthday, you get to pick the porn,” I smiled. She tried not to laugh but ended up snorting anyway.

“What’s that third one there? ‘Busty Girl Next Door Caught Naked in my Pool’? Seems promising,” she said. I clicked down to her selection and started it up.